Holiday: Halloween (Two Days Later)
Weaver's p.o.v
I notice my eight year old son wandering off. Wearing a Thomas The Train costume, he is cute and
yet an easy target. I grab him before a stranger snatches him. We live in a safe neighborhood, but
I keep my guard up anyway. I hold and squeeze Solomon's hand very tightly. I don't want any harm
to come to my sweet precious boy. Although I am decades older than him, he considers me to be
cool.
